LUNA My professor already hates me. I think if he were to wish upon a star, it’d be so I’d explode into ash. In one text, I can feel Luna’s dejection. Like she bottled it up and sent it across electromagnetic waves from her cell to mine. It hits me hard. I text back: If he hates you then he’s not looking up at any stars. What’s his name? Gonna find his address, hunt him down, egg his door.
